As I were peering through the window of an airplane in a 2.5 hour journey through clouds of different shades of blue, came a nice poem, which I had penned down. Dedicating this for those who love traveling and nature.

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Desire is a burning fire that can be painful and pleasurable at the same time.

If I have to tell you, you’re already dead inside.

A poem about clouds.

The true character of a person may be camouflaged, but, sooner or later, it may suddenly reveal its true color.

This is a “Guess What” poem. See if you can guess what it is before you get to the end of the poem.

Because I’m sinful that single blessing is my falling, and it’s my waited lying that will make my love shining.

Ronnie and Kevin’s first attempt at breaking a world record had ended badly.

Another poem i made while staying in Pitlochry